[Voice]

[gaveherwings]

Hello. Fellow newcomers? I'm in need of some practical advice-

[A breath. This is less the tone of a confident doctor, and more like a young man teetering on the brink of anxiety, but holding his voice together at a steady calm.]

What are the appropriate channels, besides calling it in to law enforcement, to best go about securing yourself from identity theft? I've...never had to recover from losing anything like this before, and I'm uncertain what steps I should take from here-

I seem to have somehow misplaced something very important: Photo IDs, keys, my debit, a portable storage drive, and a panicalarm device which- its GPS is apparently disabled. (So much for that being anything of use)

I've been retracing my steps for almost two hours now, and I just can't figure out quite how, or when- [Uncertainty clouds his tone for a moment, as he mutters mostly to himself](It's odd I could even get so far without realizing it was missing- my lanyard is something I feel rather... naked without.)

So If anyone's had any experience dealing with this before, in the contemporary system- I'm at an honest loss here, asking the network. Normally it's something entourage simply wouldn't allow to happen, but.... What would you do?

And how would you go about even beginning to locate something potentially stolen, in a city this large and under poor surveillance, which can't easily be replaced?

Comments

[soldierfirst]

Don't apologize.

[Sephiroth eyes' search his companion's face for the moment, wondering -- considering. He'd always seen the Doctor as a practical man; he can't help but think there is something more than the loss of replaceable items that is bothering him -- or that maybe the items aren't so completely replaceable after all. The creations of the Port, yes, but other things, things from home...

...well. Every man is entitled his obsession.]

I won't offer you the trite sentiment of assuming to know how it feels. But I will offer whatever I can in distraction, or in conversation.

[gaveherwings]

[Daedalus nods and sighs, sipping from his new mug with yet another heavy murmur of thanks.]

You're right, until there's some word on it turning up, there's really no point in belaboring the loss now.

...How have you been? Still no flood of fresh newcomers on the diamond lately?

[soldierfirst]

And it could be only a matter of moments. Try not to spend too much stress on it; you've enough in your life.

[A small shake of his head; the topic change is accepted, a distraction to turn the Doctor's thoughts away from his predicament.] No, it's been quiet. Though that has not stopped me from going down there; my friends have joked it as obsession.

[gaveherwings]

Now you sound like Franz- [He laughs, a scoff of air which ripples across the top of his tea. He sets it back down.]

Vigilance is not an obsession.